The Game

The Game - Judas Closet feat. Nipsey Hussle

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Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

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Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions

Gotta make an impression, but you can’t wait for your blessing

Model bitches stip naked, while i sip on this Texas

I’m pushing this German, jesus piece on my neclace

These niggas gon’ test ya, and these bitches is reckless

And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo’ taxes

All the questions they askin’, all the cameras that’s flashin’

All the stress that come with it, it’s like you hustling backwards

If you ain’t breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday

And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play

When you the first one in yo’ fam to have the heart to get paid

Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave

Now, and now you a star on the stage

And once they cut on them lights, no turning ‘em off, that’s part if the game

Wow, people caught up in your fame

And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive, the price that we pay, that’s why I..

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

Clip tossin’, since niggas is brick flossin’

Now the bloods wit’ Slauson so niggas go get coffins

Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often

Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston

Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins

Head game sick, she bi and switch often

It’s kush, bitch quit coughin’, my six got streets talkin’

Timbo, this shit scorchin’, got Bloods and Crips walkin’

It’s Nip, so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mayne

And Nickerson’s Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson

My flow somethin’ like Nassir, I should put a pause here

….Run and tell them niggas the God’s here

This California kush got me in God’s ear

We got them Ace of Spades, but ain’t no cards here

Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here

And these extra long clips like Lamars here, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil

for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my f-cking soul to the devil for these

palm trees and six fours

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